REVELATION FROM A PASTOR'S WIFE (Part 2)

I was still devastated with the thoughts of Ifeoma and my husband David. After I watched the kids sleep, I strolled into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea.

Just after I poured the milk in a mug, I felt someone was in the kitchen too. I looked back, quickly surprised.

"Welcome madam." She said, almost stuttering.

I slowly poured the hot water from the flask into the mug, stirred it a bit and sipped.
Then I noticed a protruded stomach, she had tried to cover it with her handbag.

"Are you pregnant Ifeoma? you look it." I asked in a soft tone.

Her expression was in earnest. "Yes madam, didn't pastor tell you? I am pregnant for him, we are expecting a child."
Her voice had a tremor in it, even though her face was bold and firm.

Her words were like the score of a sharpened blade across my heart. I sensed the wound gape open even before she'd finished speaking.

"You were sleeping with my husband while I was away?"

"I am sorry madam, I think pastor is in the best place to answer that question. it was an agreement."
She said calmly and walked out of the kitchen, making a flappy sound with her shoes.
I stood there for moments like a mannequin, the tea cup in my hands, and then my eyes right at the door.
The sound of my ringing tone, brought me back from the shock I had.

"Hello Ekom?"

"Yes Lizzy." I responded with a sigh of relieve.

"Thank God I have been able to reach you, I have been dialing your American lines but not going through." she sounded a bit terrified.

"well, I am back in Nigeria now. I came in this morning. Is everything fine?"

"Not at all, pastor brought your girl for maternity scan at my clinic last weekend. What's that her name again?"

"Ifeoma?"

"Iyaaa, Ifeoma. I was shocked to see her all over him like they were lovers. What is happening?"
Tears rolled down my eyes as Lizzy went on talking about things that went on while I was away. Something flared deep in my eyes, but my lips remained sealed.

I was stricken silent, but the thud of my heartbeat sounded like cannon fire in my ears. Continue with part 3 here

Read part one here

Credit: Vicky Bon Uzuazor